Yes

Waiting for the final ticket out,

 I would write that ending word

 

And bid goodbye to all I’d said

 both ignored—and often heard

 

I asked the conductor about the fare,

 he said “How much can you pay”

 

As I held my pen, three letters  

 came together—so arranged

 

A moment lingered, a lifetime flashed,

 the past and future caught

 

And with voucher punched I climbed aboard

 stamped YES—salvation bought

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)

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